You made demands, and then the guilty parties did those things. It was simple. So how on Earth was it that I made very simple demands, and ended up ge...ting my head split open? I’d only asked her to clean the pool and hit on some kid. Was that really too much for her to handle?I climbed the stairs, my anger returning with each step, but the rage I’d felt hours ago had now dissipated with my buzz. I was more frustrated than anything. I also expected Lexi to have barricaded herself inside her. Of course to most ordinary nineteen year old guys to hear that said about their mother would be almost the most offence you could possibly cause. But I loved to think it about mine. Then again, my relationship with my mum wasn't the average kind and she certainly wasn't the average kind of mother. We'd always been very close, I was a shy, introverted k** growing up without many friends and she was young, sexy and fun so my mother was often like my best friend growing up. I never knew my father,. He pulled her closer and she felt his hardness resting on her belly. Then she knew that they both wanted the same thing that night. He was sitting closer now. He had laid her on the lounge with her feet up. He was sitting in a straight chair beside her, his elbows on his knees and bending over her. She could feel the ripple of response on her skin every time he shifted, as if his arms brushed her and her arms ached to hold him. "Eric?" "Jenny?" "Kiss me," she breathed. He had been planning to. I'd bet $100 here cunt was already wet, but she'd never in a million years admit that. Instead, as per usual, she shimmied off her tight jeans (no panties), and then made a show of parting her thighs and immediately squirting baby oil on her slit. Laying on her back, on top of the covers, she spread her legs wide, feet arched erotically with toes pointing. Then she placed her arms above her head on the pillows, palms up, a position of total surrender."Fuck me, Steve," she urged, her voice.